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Lynn Brave Jul 2010
Their thunder mutters darkly and their lightning stings the ground,
as each Cloud curtly drops the rain that falls, relieved,
to kiss the safe ground far below...
til Wind, the sentry, rises high
and drives them on their blind and probing way.
They wander, searching for the sea.
On finding it, they'll feast again,
regain their towering strength...
Return to cross the Land once more — their ageless obstacle.

— The End —